Just a short one-shot I made while listening to Don't die before I do by Rammstein. Sorry of it sucks I was just in a sad mood when I wrote it. Please tell me what you think. I changed it a little so hopefully it makes more sence.
The air was hotter than the fires of hell but all he felt was cold like his body was made from snow and ice instead of flesh and bone.
He sat there surrounded by a sea of ever changing reds, oranges, yellows, blues, and in few places blinding whites. He knew that he shouldn't be where he was but he couldn't find it in him to leave. Couldn't bear to leave the small body he held in his arms.
Fire.
Fire had taken away his reason for living but he couldn't come to hate the sea of it he was sitting in because while still lost in the shock he couldn't help but compare the two.
The fire danced and twirled just like the one who had thawed his icy heart, both were warm and tender but in the right conditions turned to become a force of destruction that couldn't be stopped, they both glowed, they were both full of color, and like his lover's life could be extinguished in the blink of an eye.
What he wouldn't give to hold his sweetheart close and dance like they used to when everything was ok but he couldn't and nothing would ever be alright again.
He stood and stared out into the flames watching as everything the warm light touched turned black and crumbled to ash as it continued its dance happy even when it left nothing but a mess he would have to clean later.
"Feli why do you always leave a mess that I have to clean later?" he asked with a small smile as a hand extended from the bright multi-colored wall of flames in front of him
"Dance with me Doitsu!"
A voice laughed happily as the blonde smiled and took the hand in front of him as everything turned cold and the world around him went black.
The service was small just four people; a grieving brother, his three closest friends, and one who understood the brother's pain.
"They found them together." Was all the brother said as they all looked to the two stones standing side by side.
Feliciano Vargas and Ludwig Beilschmidt, Two flames that shall forever dance.